Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Evens,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.